David Lynch Territory
One week home from Camp Coleman and I continue to have dreams about being there. Perhaps “about” doesn’t cover it. I had a dream this morning where I awoke in the trailer, noticed that I was naked and clutched my pillow so the campers (the term used for all of the kids there) wouldn’t see me. It took me a small bit to figure out that I was home and that there were no campers in the room, so I flung off the pillow and stalked bare-ass naked to the bathroom to pee. There ya go.
This afternoon I drove the Kramer family to the train station for their two-week trip to Europe. I’m the trustee of feeding their parrot Buster and skittish cat Maxey while they’re away, and I’ve got a plan to teach Buster some new speech. I’m going to burn some excerpts from Nixon’s farewell address onto a CD and set it to play for Buster every couple of hours. Hopefully “I am not a criminal!” will stick to the bird brain. Another possibility is the soundtrack from Winnebago Man. (Actually I see that “I am not a crook” comes from a 1952 speech.)
Tonight Henry and I went to see the Transformers movie. It was an entertaining romp, a bit Independence Day in the plausibility dept., but the CGI was the best I’ve ever seen, by far. I had to remind henry several times to actually watch the movie instead of trying to explain Transformers cosmology to me.